But I saw her.

I know for a fact it was her.

I also know that I’ll see her again. If not lolling on airplane wings, then on the other side of that bridge.

I just hope that one doesn’t come anytime soon.

The plane pitches down the runway, gaining in speed, so I lean into Damen. My head just meeting his shoulder when a beautiful red tulip drifts down out of nowhere and lands on my lap.

The same tulip Damen tried to manifest earlier.

We look at each other, our eyes wide with wonder, having all the proof that we need that it really is true.

Everything that can be done in Summerland, can be done on the earth plane too—it just takes a little longer, that’s all.

I place my hand on the stem, as Damen places his hand over mine. The two of us leaning into each other, feeling happy, content, eager to embrace whatever comes next, as the plane lifts into the sky.